CHAPTER 1
It wasn't at all a sunny day, nor was it gloomy. In fact, it was a perfect weather for the perfect shot. Standing on top of a building's roof, opposite from the Ark Internationals, was Alexandra Woods. With the sniper in position, the brunette waits for the target to step out of the large building. A job is a job, and a target is a target. She left no feelings for all of her kills. As long as the money rolls into her bank and her employers know how to keep their mouths shut, she wouldn't mind to eliminate their competitions.
Jake Griffin, CEO of Ark Internationals, a father and a husband, has just finished another meeting with his partner Thelonius Jaha. As the two step out of the building and out in plan sight, Lexa can only see that her target is all but an easy kill. She immediately takes aim, head lowering onto the solid back of her gun, finger resting on the trigger. An eye peeks through the telescope, watching Jake talking and moving along the pathway. It all happens too fast when she pulls on the trigger, a soft but not deafening sound rings through the air as the bullet launches directly at Jake's head. Mission accomplished.
A week after her recent assassination, she takes a long drive to relax her mind despite it being completely calm. The money has gone in and everything has been great. On an isolate road that early afternoon, she notices a blonde on the side of the road. Ignorance is bliss, definitely. The blonde immediately jumps on her feet at the sight of her car, before stretching out her arm to signal her to stop so she could hitch a ride into the city. Unfortunately for her, the car ignores the signal and drives past, leaving her pouting and pissed. Later that afternoon, the same car appears but this time it looks like she's going away from the city. Determining to get a ride, the blonde instantly steps out on the road with her hands on her hips. Of course, Lexa is forced to press on the pedal to stop the car, a groan soon is heard passing her lips. Victorious, the blonde quickly gathers her thing which is a medium size duffel bag and paper pads before rushing over to the convertible, tossing her necessities on the backseat and hops into the front passenger seat.
"Thanks!"
Lexa rolls her eyes before almost snapping at her. "Yea, whatever."
The brunette puts the car on drive once again. After a few minutes of silent, the blonde speaks up once more. "I'm Clarke. Nice to meet you."
"Lexa." She replies out of politeness.
The car is, again, in silent as Lexa continues to drive. She doesn't have a definite destination. All she knows is to drive and since this road doesn't lead anywhere but to the other end of the city, which is a rather dead end, she is content. At least this way, she can feel like she can leave all her troubles behind; troubles of being a hired assassin, that is. If she thought that may be the girl beside her would leave her be until she decides to go back into the city, then she's dead wrong. The silent is deafening, to which the blonde certainly isn't fond of. So to kill whatever air is in the air, Clarke reaches forward on her seat and turns on the radio. Upon hearing the first sound that breaks her peace, Lexa instantly reaches over to shut it off. And thus, the battle of switching the radio on and off begins, and it continues for a good five minutes before Lexa begrudgingly admit defeat. In triumph, Clarke beams at her before turning on the volume. That's when she begins to sing along to a song while trying in vain to get Lexa to do the same. However, all she receives is a disgruntled noise.
After dropping Clarke off to her apartment, Lexa quickly drives off before Clarke could even get a 'Thank you' in. It doesn't take all that long to get back to her own apartment. Once entering, she presses a button on her phone and listens to the voicemails.
"It's been far too long since we spoke, Lexa."
At the familiar voice of Costia, the brunette cringes.
"How long are you gonna be ignoring me?"
"Look, you know better than to get my job. I know that it's not your fault but the kill is still mine."
"We used to be closer than this. Just pick up the goddamn phone and call me!"
"You know what? Maybe it was better that we called our relationship off. All you cared about was laying off and stealing people jobs anyway."
That is the last message as the phone goes silent. Lexa gives out a sigh before flopping herself down on the couch. It isn't her fault for taking the job, considering she has no idea it belongs to Costia until the deed is done. Unfortunately, Costia doesn't even buy her honesty, leading to their relationship crashed and burned. Drama over a job, that certainly isn't what she wants. Suddenly, her phone starts vibrating in her side pocket. Sighing at it, she pulls it out and answers as Anya's name lights up on the screen.
"Anya." She greets.
"Uncle Gustus is furious, Lexa." There is a sigh on the other end. "He hates how the best duo of this team is fighting over something so trivial! Now, I understand the situation and I am 100% with you, but you have got to give Gustus a call and explain. He's about to cease all jobs from you too! I'm sure that Costia will give you HELL if she hears."
Cringing at the thought of a very enraged Costia banging at her door, she mentally notes to give Gustus a call as soon as she gets a little bit of rest. "Fine. Is that all?"
"You need to live more, Lexa."
"I am living." She retorts, huffing as she does so.
"When has the last time that you've been next to a human being? Alive!"
"Not too long ago." Silent. "Anya?"
"You're dating someone and didn't tell me?! I thought we tell each other everything! Minus the sex life, of course."
Lexa inwardly groans. "Ugh, no! She's just this blonde that is very persistence in hitching a ride! And she's annoying!"
"Hot blonde?"
"Anya!" She hears a chuckle on the other end, which agitates her further. "Ok, I'm done talking to you. Have a wonderful day, cousin."
Before Anya can have the last word, Lexa hangs up and turns her phone off before tossing it on the couch. She slumps into the couch further, resting her head back against it and letting her eyes dropping. It has been an uneventful day. However, she doesn't know whether or not she hates it. Ever since Costia left, she hasn't found a thing that she can smile at -or for. The whole thing with the blonde is just a one-time thing. Just a girl that needing a ride back home. Although, she can't help but wonder where she has seen the girl from. The city isn't at all big, but it doesn't mean that everyone is oblivious to her existence. They have seen her around but no one questions her profession. She has seen them around and God forbids her to NOT KNOW who or what their professions are. As an experience assassin, she knows everyone, every corner of this city, everything ABOUT the city and its occupants. And yet, she hasn't had a clue about Clarke.